Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman.
You're spending your life without renewing it. You've got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You're spending your vitality without making any. Can't go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
Connie felt again the tightness, niggardliness of the men of her generation. They were so tight, so scared of life!
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.
You're always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them
A young man is afraid of his demon and pulls his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him.
Human desire is the criterion of all truth and all good. Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling. There is really nothing to fear. The motive of fe...
On revient toujours a son premier amour. It sounds like a cynicism to-day. As if we really meant: On ne revient jamais a son premier amour. But as a matter of fact, a man never leaves his first love,...
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.
Democracy in America was never the same as Liberty in Europe. In Europe Liberty was a great life-throb. But in America Democracy was always something anti-life. The greatest democrats, like Abraham Li...
You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
I love you, rotten,Delicious rottenness....wonderful are the hellish experiences,Orphic, delicateDionysos of the Underworld.
Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. Ibelieve especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with awarm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the w...
She had borne so long this cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.
It was like something lurking in the darkness within him...There is remained in the darkness, the great pain, tearing him at times, and then being silent.
Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
That’s the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.
You know, he said, with an effort, 'if one person loves, the other does.'…'I hope so, because if it were not, love might be a very terrible thing,' she said.'Yes, but it is - at least with most people...
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